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“It’s been a long way.” We had all thought. “It won’t ever return.” We all said. “It won’t be the same.” We all muttered. Little did we know, it was all wrong. The World itself is ran by men of incalculable wealth and power, men who put morality to the winds of time and greed stains their hands. Just as we put mortality to the past and blood stains ours. What is the point of living? If all we’re here to do is just senselessly murder each other over the smallest thing? If we’re here to just fall down into a pit of misery and disparity? Or to choose to become the very monster that we all try to survive from? It’s pointless... If you can’t live for others, then why live for yourself?

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This entire background begins with Alexander Garrett, a rather dim individual sent as a college exchange student to learn the cultures and language of the Chernarussian people who seemed to have came at the very dawn of the outbreak, being trapped within Elektro in the first week, surrounded by fifteen other of his peers, they vaulted from the bus and attempted to seek refuge into the Police Department, only to realize, a significant language barrier. The Police Officers, attempting to control the chaotic scenario of Electro and the surrounding areas had to force the College Students out, only for them shortly after to be slaughtered. Those surviving, being Alexander Garrett and four others, who took a crashed car towards Solnichniy, hoping to leave by boat.

Hours turned to days, days to weeks, weeks to months. No luck. No Boats. Little food and little water forced their hand, Alexander wished to stay on the coast with his fiancee, to wait for the boats to return. They all thought he had gone mad, twisted by the horrors of the doom that awaited them, and as such, the other three had left his company, bidding him farewell with hugs and by grieving for the man they already saw dead inside, It is a tragic tale really, Alex’s wife already had vanished to the wind. Hoping she would survive is a fanatical tale only the most delusional and desperate could believe, but it was a lie he was willing to tell and remember time and time again, and so, eventually, months turned to years.

Coming to recent history, Alexander has, from the beginning, stayed on the coastline. Going from Kamenka to Berezhki, helping anyone he saw and attempting to locate the fairy tale that was his ‘wife’, if she has yet to meet her fate. It is because of this he had met a certain woman in the Elektrozavodsk cargo shipping yard, she was simple and bright enough to attract his attention, he had barely noticed her walking away from the strewn about beached fishing ships but the noise of her shooting the infected had most definitely attracted himself to her aid. Once they had met, she was obviously pushing herself back, afraid of the grizzled survivor before her, little words of hushed intention escaped her lips as Alex shrugged the behavior off, he gave her supplies and the precious Netting that she required, his frequency and a Spite before leaving her presence. A friendly enough encounter we had all indeed thought, but it was already too late, from the start to the end, it was a snare of disastrous proportions.

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It was here, in the midnight that all survivors were drinking, eating, singing and having fun that Alex would ultimately be shaped and molded into what he has become now. As they first entered the town they settled upon a nearby house and claimed it as their own, and in the process, reuniting himself with an old friend of his from the past, Mark. So it was a trio instead of a duo.

Alex awoke to the woman pushing him awake, to bring him to the party that was opening on top of the school house, Mark laid naked and asleep across the room and Alex paid little mind to him, only to his beloved. He followed, plate carrier over his body and rifle on his back, his backpack left behind at the house, he climbed the stairs only to hear the cheerful sound of guitar and acoustic singing, to his delight he met a few of the people on his journeys there! Lemon, Horse, Doctor Hahn, Arthur, Maxson, Koaste, Ulrich, Chris. Later to be placed down in the forgetful annals of history. They stayed there, conversing and shooting infected to their delight, and as Alex had finally calmed down and placed his M4-A1 against the concrete next to him, robbery struck. Several masked men with AK-47’s rang shots into the air, instructing us all down and to remove our vests and firearms, which we all complied, one man stood triumphantly against them, calling their bluff only to be shot down, all of them had screamed in that moment for a man had just died right in front of their eyes. Alex desperately looked for His Beloved, only to see her with her gun out as well, confusion stretched across his face he was escorted downstairs, releasing the grip on his knife in hand, he had no intention of fighting people who were aligned with Her.

As they were all horded out, screaming took place, a few tried to run and were shot down, others attempted to fight but were put back into place, the few that complied were put in the street and lined up. They stood side by side, gulping in anticipation and in frightful agony as each second seemed to take years, it was just a matter of time before the infected began to regroup and come this way towards the shots, we all had thought. This is it, where we die. The woman who had betrayed his soul and his heart had finally opened the door to sanity to Alexander, now seeing this person as who they really are, instead of a whimsical dream being chased by a mad dog. He stood next to his friend Geralt, only to be told that they were to be ‘spared’, Geralt complied and left, Alexander stood there, adamantly battling his own insanity as a rifle was pressed into his stomach, a man with a thick Russian accent screaming in his face had finally urged himself to walk away, all the while, staring down at the woman he had trusted with all he had, including his social life. As the two walked, Geralt and Alex, they heard shots ring out behind them, they looked over only to see their friends fall to the ground, dead with each shot that had rang out. It was impossible this was happening he thought, but indeed it was to occur. Alex closed his eyes, his hands up as he walked away, tearing at his cloths to rip them off, a knife clattering to the ground, tears dripping from his eyes down onto his chest, he kept walking and kept walking until he had found a pistol, senselessly pressing it against his right temple, screaming aloud as he attempted to blast his brains out only to no avail, the gun jammed. In a fit of rage he threw the pistol down and was convinced by a passer-by, not to end his own life. This man was another man called Chris, and Alexander learned how to live, again, in the following weeks of adventure with him.

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Chris and Alex met a man called Thomas and left for the NWAF, only to be separated and inadvertently in the process, meeting back up with Geralt and Mark from before, gleaming with joy they found a third man called Chris who became one of their partners and accompanied them up towards Belaya Polana. Where they all intended to get away from the madness of the world. Accumulating wealth in firearms and vehicles, they had laid there stacked prettily, they spent weeks in that encampment until, as they built fortification, they had been ambushed by men in all black, hog tying them and placing bags over their heads. Alexander’s rage and mental stability broke in that moment as he heard Geralt’s ear be ripped away by a Hacksaw, the blood curdling anguish tearing pieces away from Alex. After they had left, they took the cuffs and bags off and quickly packed camp, loading in one of their only remaining vehicles and taking off down South, eventually finding what is soon to be called “The Capital.”

As the car had emptied itself of fuel and oil, the pack of Survivors took off and slept in a barn for the night, only to be separated by infected in the middle of the night, Chris and Geralt taking off in different directions, with Mark and Alex running off together, coming upon the ruins of a civilization in pandemic and disrepair, Apartment buildings. They ran up the stairs from the infected and held a standoff against them as they fired shot after shot, ending the unlife of an undead walking husk of someone’s former self. As dawn approached, they looked over the carnage and to one another before clearing it out, they proceeded to weigh their options and looked to the rooftop, seeing light come upon them and the gleaming beauty that is the Chernarus Horizon, they decided to settle camp in the building for a few days. This was the start of something new, something, civilized. As they brought material day by day from the nearby garages they saw their building become increasingly fortified, with more attention attracted to it by people wishing for safety and solidarity for peace and prosperity. They were allowed in, these individuals were Chris, Jonas, Poppy and Dave. As they spoke of their dreams and overall goals, Alexander extended an opportunity to each and every one of them, to rebuild what was lost, they all thought him mad, it was impossible they all thought. But Alexander, after his dark past, came from it a new, a shining stalwart beacon of hope, for he thought, if he could survive all through this, everyone should be able to. And thus, with all of their ideologies put to the table, they had formed a crew dedicated to the same type of care that Alexander had given to those on the coast months before. With the meeting convened, one person had left due to their shy nature, that being Poppy, who had reminded Alex of That Woman, Alex stood there dazed, only to come out of it. Beating his hysterical insanity that claimed these women to be the same, he laughed and began his own way to fortifying the compound, finally ridding himself of this stain upon his heart, his Fiancee.

As the duo, Mark and Alex had thought they’d settle their for days, had become several weeks now with several individuals joining their cause of rebuilding what was lost and to stop the wretched grief that many inhabitants of South Zagoria face, even including several people who had broken into their building among their ranks, they believed in redemption through action. “A goal that required the patience and practice of some kind of Sentinel.” one had said, and the name had stuck with the group since, they were to be called, the Sentinels, and their apartment complex is to be their Citadel, the city, their Capital.

Establish contact and ally with the various factions within and around Chernogorsk

Fully fortify the Citadel

Find a practical and functioning uniform for the Sentinels to wear

Set up a fully functioning democratic election system for a Presidency

Spread reputation and word of the Sentinels

Re-establish a foothold in South Zagoria from which the group can operate from

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Currently you are /still/ on the roster for 'The Sentinels'. If this is meant to be the same group, then the leader of the prior group would need to resign from the group without option to return and hand leadership over to you (the latter part of which he stated he's doing in a post). If you are attempting to make a new group then you do not qualify under group requirements. Either way...